Hate me, love
Love me not
Push me away
Haunt my thoughts
Break my heart
Banish my dreams
Tear me apart
Right at the seams
Tell me I'm perfect
Then walk away
Say you love me
Then cheat the next day
Make me feel worth it
Then take my worth away
Tell me I'm the sun
Then smother my light
Promise to stay by my side
Then walk away when we fight
Wipe away my tears
Then make me cry
Say you'll love me til I die
...Then poison my tea
Your toxic love
Its consuming me
Let me take your pain
Just give it to me
Destroy my future
Steal my name
Make it so I never change
But I'll never be the same
Destroy me...
Build me up until I'm yours
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
Acceptance
Hmm...
Accepted to college
Seven months to wonder if they'll accept me
Will I have friends?
Can they be like family?
Or will I regret it...?
Going somewhere my family isn't with me
Still in high-school but thinking ahead
...What if I crash and burn?
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:48 PM UTC
Every galaxy a story to tell.
Every star a wonder to see.
The sun to bring forth light, to the day.
The moon playing tricks.
As it casts forth dark shadows.
The heavens is a domain.
Set high above us.
All for man's pleasure.
As they look upon God's wonders.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
Where can I find you
I never stop looking
Your out of my grasp
The voices grow
Screaming, crying
Begging, pleading…
Then I see you
Clear and silent
Touch…
The voices whisper
Stop crying
Peace.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
New sight
New year
New hopes
New fears
New home waiting along the bend
New friendships; how soon will these end?
New promises to make and keep
New secrets to hold within me
New thoughts of a future just out of reach
New people I wish to keep with me
New loves, new losses, and everything between
New jobs to apply for; not yet eighteen
New experiences; a birthday fast approaching
New insecurities; the darkness is encroaching
New outlooks on life and who I am
Happy new year, my friends.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:38 PM UTC
Tell me who can
Catch a toucan?
Lou can.
Just how few can
Ride the toucan?
Two can.
What kind of goo can
Stick you to the toucan?
Glue can.
Who can write some
More about the toucan?
You can!
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
My wife, a psychiatrist, sleeps
through my reading and writing in bed,
the half-whispered lines,
manuscripts piled between us,
but in the deep part of night
when her beeper sounds
she bolts awake to return the page
of a patient afraid he'll **** himself.
She sits in her robe in the kitchen,
listening to the anguished voice
on the phone. She becomes
the vessel that contains his fear,
someone he can trust to tell
things I would tell to a poem.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:31 PM UTC
I did,
What I was able to...
I know parting ways—
Is the way of life
But to hold on
for a bit longer
That's all I wanted to...
For my astray afterlife—
I won't be alone
Memories, dreams and all the scenes
No matter, were they sweet like you or sour like me
I will hold them longer like forever
Till that concluding hour—
To be bounded; yet to be free.
The renewed chance where I would wait for you again—
Until then we will meet again.
Jan 6
Jan 6, 2026 at 4:29 PM UTC